Illicit DesiresCh. 01

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I sat up and rubbed my eyes. After a moment I figured out that the irritating noise I was hearing was the television. It was still on. I focused my attention. A gray haired man wearing a gaudy shirt with a long pointed collar and an attractive young blond were hawking an anthology of classic disco music. I realized that I must have fallen asleep in my chair. I stood up and glanced at the clock. It was just after 2:00 AM. I wondered why Katie had left me sleeping in my chair when she got home. I turned off the television and walked down the hall to our bedroom. The door was open and the lights were off. I quietly peeked inside. I was trying to avoid disturbing my wife. Lately she’d been a little short tempered and I didn’t want to upset her. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t there. The bed was still made. The bathroom was dark. I looked at the clock on the night table on Katie’s side of the bed. It read 2:10. I hadn’t been mistaken about the time. I quickly walked across the house to the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. Katie’s car wasn’t there. She wasn’t home yet. I hurried into the living room and looked out the front window. The street was vacant. All the houses on our block were dark. I sat down on the couch and started to worry. The bars in our state closed at 1:00 AM. Suddenly concerned that my wife had been in an accident, I called her cell phone. It went right to her voice mail. Her cell phone was apparently turned off. I thought about calling the police, but I knew they wouldn’t do anything. She was only two hours late. It was Friday night. Katie had gone out with her girlfriends from work. She was part of the secretarial pool at Madison and Brooks. Madison and Brooks was a large insurance agency. Katie had been working there for a little over a year. I’d met Katie Jordan six months before she’d started working for Madison and Brooks. She’d just graduated from a small liberal arts college in central Wisconsin with a degree in English literature. She’d moved to our city hoping to find a job writing advertising copy. It didn’t take long for her to learn that a degree in English Literature wasn’t particularly marketable. Katie and I met at a local gym. We both liked to work out in the early morning. I was eight years older than her. Two years earlier I’d completed my masters degree in structural engineering at the University. As soon as I finished my degree I went to work for a local construction company. They paid me a handsome salary. I’d spent the two years since my graduation living the free and easy life of a successful young bachelor. Katie was a five foot four inch brunette spark plug with a trim figure, a cute face and a quick wit. I was a shy five foot eight inch academic with an aptitude for science and mathematics. I wasn’t very worldly, but I was honest and I worked hard to be nice so I had quite a few friends. It took şişli escort me three weeks and an enormous amount of encouragement from my friends to muster enough nerve to ask Katie for a date. To my utter amazement, she accepted. Our first date ended in my apartment. We became lovers and Katie spent the night. The next day she moved in with me. Four weeks later we got engaged and six weeks after that we were married. I was the happiest man in the world. After she moved into my apartment Katie became increasingly distressed about her inability to find a job. I tried to reassure her and urged her to be patient. I offered to support her and kept telling her that she would eventually find someone who was able to recognize her talents. Katie refused to be consoled. She was an independent woman. The idea of not being able to support herself was intolerable for her. Desperate to find any kind of work, Katie answered an add for a position as a secretary at a local insurance agency. The personnel staff at Madison and Brooks immediately recognized her talents. They also understood that she was over qualified for the job they had available, but they wisely reasoned that if they could get her into the company they might eventually be able to find a more appropriate position for her. They hired her. My new wife was twenty-three when she went to work for Madison and Brooks There were a number of girls in her office who were about the same age. Some of them were single and some of them, like Katie, were married. On the Friday afternoon that ended her first week of work at the agency Katie called me and explained that the girls in the secretarial pool had a regular Friday night ritual. They all went to Brady’s Saloon to celebrate the beginning of the weekend. Before I married Katie, my friends and I used to hang out at Brady’s. I knew it well and while I knew that it was a singles bar, I wasn’t particularly concerned. Brady’s also had great hamburgers, a large selection of tap beers and jumbo margaritas. I assumed that the margaritas were the attraction for the girls in the secretarial pool. Brady’s had four large flat screen televisions strategically mounted around the bar and dining room. In the early evening the televisions were tuned to sporting events, but at nine o’clock the sporting events were turned off and the televisions and a high quality sound system started playing music videos. The tables in the dining room were rearranged to create a dance floor, and the sports bar became a night club. My wife asked me if I’d mind if she joined the girls. I suppose that I could have been concerned that my wife was going to spend Friday night in a singles bar, but I trusted Katie. I also thought that it would be good if she got to know the women in her office. I gave her my blessing and told her to have a good time. That night Katie got home just after nine mecidiyeköy escort o’clock. She was bubbling with excitement and more than a little tipsy. The girls at her office were all nice, and she’d had so much fun at Brady’s. She thanked me profusely for not objecting to her going out with them and asked if it would be all right if she went again on the following Friday. Katie had obviously had so much fun and was so happy that I really couldn’t see how or why I would ask her not to go. I told her that I was pleased that she liked the women at her office and added that while I would miss her on Friday evenings, I understood why she might want to celebrate the beginning of the weekend with the girls from work. I also told her that I thought it was healthy for married couples to have a little bit of freedom. Katie was so happy that she showered me with kisses and then pulled me into the bedroom where we spent the next two hours making passionate love. When we got up the next morning my wife suggested that since Friday night was now going to be our freedom night, Saturday night should be our date night. It seemed like a magnificent idea to me. That night Katie and I had a wonderful steak dinner. After dinner we cleaned the kitchen together and then we cuddled on the couch and watched a romantic comedy on television. After the movie we retired to the bedroom and spent the rest of the evening making love. The following Friday Katie did go out with the girls again. I thought about trying to hook up with my old buddies, but Brady’s had been my hangout. If I went there I felt like I’d be intruding on my wife’s night out. Instead I opted for a quiet evening at home. I rented an action movie and ordered a pizza. My wife got home around 9:30. As soon as she walked in the door we retired to the bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. Once again Saturday night was date night and Katie and I turned it into another memorable evening. We fell into a rather nice routine and followed it for the next seven months. Life was good. About five months ago things began to change. Katie started to get home from freedom night just a little bit later. At first it wasn’t much later, 10:00 and 10:30 rather than 9:00 and 9:30. I wasn’t concerned about it, I just assumed that she was having a good time with her friends. When she did get home we still went right into the bedroom for some very hot sex. She also started to talk about a woman named Andrea. Andrea was one of the women in the secretarial pool. She was thirty-seven and divorced. I gathered that she was the ring leader of the Friday night outings. Two months ago Katie didn’t get home from her Friday night outing until almost 11:30. When she finally did get home she apologized profusely and told me that she was having so much fun that she’d lost track of the time. The next morning while we were having breakfast she asked me if I was upset with her because she’d come home so late. I told her that I wasn’t. I understood that it’s easy to lose track of the time when you’re having fun. Katie explained to me that she was torn. She wanted to come home to me, but a number of the single women stayed at the bar and partied until 11:00 or 12:00. She said that she understood our obligations to each other as husband and wife, but was still envious of their freedom. I really couldn’t see why it was an issue. Eleven or twelve on a Friday night still wasn’t all that late. I smiled at my wife and told her that if she wanted to stay and party with these women it was alright with me. I still believed it was good for her to have a little freedom. She also seemed to enjoy the opportunity to let her hair down and blow off a little steam once a week. Katie thanked me, but then she was ominously quiet. There was something else on her mind. I asked her what was bothering her. She looked at me for a moment and then she cautiously said that after nine o’clock people started dancing at Brady’s. I told her that I knew that. She said that lots of men asked her to dance, but she always turned them down because she was married to me. She didn’t think I would like it if she was dancing with other men. For a moment she was quiet and then she very tentatively reminded me that she used to love to dance. She also pointed out that she knew I didn’t enjoy it very much so she never pressured me to take her dancing. She was of course right. I don’t enjoy dancing. I have two left feet. I’m a terrible dancer and I deliberately avoid situations where I might have to dance. I also knew that my wife did enjoy dancing. Still my gut was stabbed with pangs of jealousy when I pictured Katie on the dance floor at Brady’s in the arms of another man. I took a moment to consider the situation. I was torn between my petty feelings of jealousy and my desire to make Katie happy. I did what I always did when I was confronted with a dilemma. I relied on my training as an engineer. I analyzed the situation and selected the most reasonable solution. I quickly decided that my wife actually wasn’t asking for very much. We weren’t religious fundamentalists. Neither of us believed that dancing was inherently evil. I also felt that a successful marriage was based on mutual trust. In my heart I recognized that this was one of those situation where I was going to have to trust my wife. I smiled at Katie and told her that I trusted her and if she wanted to dance with a man while she was at Brady’s it would be fine with me. When she heard me say that Katie smiled, but then stared at me for a moment. Finally she asked if I was really sure it would be okay. I told her that I was sure. The following Friday Katie didn’t get home until 1:15. When she finally did get home we were both too tired to make love, so we went right to bed. It was okay. The next night was date night, and she did a wonderful job of making it up to me. The next Friday Katie again didn’t get home until 1:15.

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